Post by Roan on Feb 2, 2008 20:32:42 GMT -5
Snow crunched uncomfortably under Roan’s paws as she treaded through the dense forest that was home to her grandsire. She did not really like the sensation of the frozen water between the pads of her feet, but there was not much she could do about it. The lycan spent so little time in her wolf form that she thought she needed to get better acquainted with it so she would be of more use in the future, and so that she wouldn’t offend her grandsire. It had been almost a year now since the bite and she was finally accepting herself more as someone who wasn’t a witch. She had learned the benefits of being a lycan and was more at terms with herself. As such Roan pulled away from her secluded refuge of her room at school and decided to walk the Woods for a bit to see it. After all, isn’t this where people of her kind usually lived?
That was something she had not come to terms with and probably never would. While Roan was enjoying the natural feel of the Woods she was still far too human minded to want to live here in the Wild. The feel of a warm bed and walls around her was too secure and acted as a tie to the human world she was still a part of. To give that up to live under rocks and hunt for her meals would unbalance the delicate equilibrium between her human and lycan self.
Snow fell down upon her brown tinted coat and her nose was kept to the ground sniffing at the scents while her eyes kept around her. Not that she needed her sight to tell her if someone approached, her nose and impeccable hearing alerted her to that. Cautiously she made her way through the Woods, listening for any signs of the local wildlife (especially the giant spiders that took refuge here) and for Fenrir. Roan ached to have a talk with him as they hadn’t really had the chance for some time now. She was considering leaving Firefox to open a store in Drakborough so she could move on with her life, but she wouldn’t make a choice unless she spoke to him first. And she felt a certain loyalty to him as her grandsire and the only other lycan she knew somewhat closely, and so she wanted to talk to him and be around him to help her learn more.
His scent was clear in the Woods, and she wasn’t at a point she could track by smell. All Roan knew was there were a lot of them and it was hard to follow one when it appeared to be everywhere. What stood out to her and made the brown wolf stop in her tracks and take deep breaths was that there was a smell that she hadn’t sensed before. And it was an oddly familiar smell, one she didn’t know but she knew a part of. It took her long moments of standing in the snow and growing quite cold from inactivity to realize it smelled like Fenrir almost…was it the smell of another lycan?
The fur on her back stood up and Roan suppressed a growl in her throat. As far as she knew there was only one lycan in the area: Fenrir. Was there another she didn’t know about? And worse, was it a lycan she had to fear? She knew that wolves were terribly territorial creatures and though this was Fenrir’s territory she could be walking into something dangerous. Had Roan really been away from the Woods so long she missed the arrival of another lycan?
Whatever the answers to the questions were she knew she didn’t want to be caught here unaware. The debate was to stay though and continue on or to turn around and head back to the school. The lycan debated for a moment as she stood and then decided she’d try calling out before she turned tail. Worse (or possibly best) case, Fenrir came out and she was just really lousy at telling different scents apart. Hello? Is anyone there who can hear me? Roan wasn’t the best at the telepathy part yet, it was mainly through trial and error she was getting it. Hopefully a lycan would be able to hear her clearly though.
Until an answer was received Roan stood there, cautious in her stance with her tail straight up and the fur raised on her back. A wolf was a fearsome creature, but maybe not to their own kind.
((She's referring to Cealla by the way as the lycan she doesn't know but can smell. Or maybe Miles, both of them have been in the area. Just thought I'd clear that up so that there wasn't any confusion.
Open thread too btw.))
That was something she had not come to terms with and probably never would. While Roan was enjoying the natural feel of the Woods she was still far too human minded to want to live here in the Wild. The feel of a warm bed and walls around her was too secure and acted as a tie to the human world she was still a part of. To give that up to live under rocks and hunt for her meals would unbalance the delicate equilibrium between her human and lycan self.
Snow fell down upon her brown tinted coat and her nose was kept to the ground sniffing at the scents while her eyes kept around her. Not that she needed her sight to tell her if someone approached, her nose and impeccable hearing alerted her to that. Cautiously she made her way through the Woods, listening for any signs of the local wildlife (especially the giant spiders that took refuge here) and for Fenrir. Roan ached to have a talk with him as they hadn’t really had the chance for some time now. She was considering leaving Firefox to open a store in Drakborough so she could move on with her life, but she wouldn’t make a choice unless she spoke to him first. And she felt a certain loyalty to him as her grandsire and the only other lycan she knew somewhat closely, and so she wanted to talk to him and be around him to help her learn more.
His scent was clear in the Woods, and she wasn’t at a point she could track by smell. All Roan knew was there were a lot of them and it was hard to follow one when it appeared to be everywhere. What stood out to her and made the brown wolf stop in her tracks and take deep breaths was that there was a smell that she hadn’t sensed before. And it was an oddly familiar smell, one she didn’t know but she knew a part of. It took her long moments of standing in the snow and growing quite cold from inactivity to realize it smelled like Fenrir almost…was it the smell of another lycan?
The fur on her back stood up and Roan suppressed a growl in her throat. As far as she knew there was only one lycan in the area: Fenrir. Was there another she didn’t know about? And worse, was it a lycan she had to fear? She knew that wolves were terribly territorial creatures and though this was Fenrir’s territory she could be walking into something dangerous. Had Roan really been away from the Woods so long she missed the arrival of another lycan?
Whatever the answers to the questions were she knew she didn’t want to be caught here unaware. The debate was to stay though and continue on or to turn around and head back to the school. The lycan debated for a moment as she stood and then decided she’d try calling out before she turned tail. Worse (or possibly best) case, Fenrir came out and she was just really lousy at telling different scents apart. Hello? Is anyone there who can hear me? Roan wasn’t the best at the telepathy part yet, it was mainly through trial and error she was getting it. Hopefully a lycan would be able to hear her clearly though.
Until an answer was received Roan stood there, cautious in her stance with her tail straight up and the fur raised on her back. A wolf was a fearsome creature, but maybe not to their own kind.
((She's referring to Cealla by the way as the lycan she doesn't know but can smell. Or maybe Miles, both of them have been in the area. Just thought I'd clear that up so that there wasn't any confusion.
Open thread too btw.))